A tiny castle
I wanted to write you a castle
By building you this poem
You see,
I use bricks and stones
And I cary my soul
All barehanded
Carefully I wrote them
down this piece of paper
Putting here the very first wall
I thought about literally everything
You told me
I did not cursed
Not even once
You notice
How I paint the doors
In exact the words
You give me
I hope you like the portraits
Of Shakespeare, you and me
But I must admit
Yours is my favorite
I made you a tiny castle
Since your a cozy one
By building you this poem
You see,
I use bricks and stones
And I cary my soul
All barehanded
Carefully I wrote them
down this piece of paper
Putting here the very first wall
I thought about literally everything
You told me
I did not cursed
Not even once
You notice
How I paint the doors
In exact the words
You give me
I hope you like the portraits
Of Shakespeare, you and me
But I must admit
Yours is my favorite
I made you a tiny castle
Since your a cozy one
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| Auteur: saskia_deen |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 januari 2020 | ||
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